Eber'Zul
11-09-2010, 04:15 PM
Full Name:Eber'Zul
Nicknames:Eb Eber, by Tribesmen
Date of Birth: Some time ago.
Age:40
Race: Troll
Gender: Male
Hair: Repeatedly bleached white.
Skin: Blue with highlights of green moss
Eyes: Yellow
Height: 7'2"
Weight:212 lbs
Place of residence: Zul'Gurub
Place of Birth: Hinterlands
Religion/Philosophy:Traditional Forest/Jungle troll beliefs/
Eber is a Troll be fore he is a member of the Horde.
Occupation: Scribe/War party Tactician
Group/Guild affiliation: Brotherhood of the Tusk
Guild Rank: Zul'Jin
Enemies:Humans.Elves... including Sylvanas,Thrall.
Likes: Trolls, drinking games, gambling. Raiding, elf hunting,
elf eating, and whack an elf.
Favorite Foods: Elf
Favorite Drinks: Frog Venom
Favorite Colors: black
Weapons of Choice: Voodoo
Dislikes:Orcs,Elves,Forsaken, Elves,elf hugging Trolls,Humans,
Elves,Draenei,did I mention elves?
Physical Features:Tall and broad shouldered frame, his eyes are
a bright yellow a reminder
that your existence is nothing more than temporary in his presence. His
sharp chiseled face is complimented by two mammoth type tusks that are
chipped and gouged from years of close but unsuccessful calls.
Special Abilities: Out Living other Trolls.
Positive Personality Traits: Rebuilding the Great Troll Empire
Negative Personality Traits: Rebuilding the Great Troll Empire
Misc. Quirks: Snorts out of indignation
History:
Eber'Zul was born in the hinterlands into the Revantusk tribe.
As he grew up he quickly set himself aside from the other pups. His
physical prowess and mastery of tactical skills constantly lead his party to
victory during the mock battles. By the time he was an adolescent the other
pups would bring gifts to him to secure their position on his side of the
mock battles. This did not go unnoticed by the elders of the Revantusk.
When Eber made his first kill at 13 years of age it was deemed a sign of
what was too come. Eber's first kill came by accident during a mock battle.
His war party was to attack a defending party on the beach by fishing
Shack. Eber knew his enemy would expect him to use the cliffs as a vantage
point. So he took his war party past the expected attacking point all the way to, the great
waterfall. There he and his war party dove into the sea and began to make
their way to the beach and the unsuspecting enemy. As Eber's party slipped out of
the water a strange sound caught his attention. There was a small fishing party of
Elven men and boys at an island not far from shore. Eber was sure the elves
were too much for his mock war party to handle... but not both teams together. Eber
knew he could not just approach the defending party or they would attack before
anything could be said. So he devised a plan for half of his party about eight Trolls
to bring gifts and appear to be defecting to the defensive side. These defectors
would tell the leader of the defending war party that Eber had slipped and broken his
leg and was in no shape to lead or win this battle. Further they preferred to be on a winning
side of the battle. And should attack Eber's remaining war party before his leg was
strong enough to stand on again. In the meantime Eber brought the rest of his party into
position at the edge of the island. The elves were so busy fishing they had not noticed the small
group of Troll pups swimming towards them form the opposite side of the island. Eber was
counting on the natural frenzy that Trolls fell into when battle started. It was this frenzy
that would get the Defending war party to follow him and of course having a third of the force
already on his side did not hurt. As the Defending war Party made its way silently through the
water towards Eber and his diminished war party. Eber readied his Trolls. Armed with stone axes
and short wooden spike daggers. After all this was intended to be a mock battle among brothers and
sisters. They crept in to the brush so as to appear as though they were retreating from the fast
approaching group of Troll pups that were sure to win this mock battle, and finally defeat Eber.
As soon as the Defending war party stepped foot on the soft sandy beach of the island Eber let out
a sharp whistle and his would be defectors started grunting and snorting and working their new
found comrades into a frenzied state of anticipation. All that was needed was a catalyst now... the smell of blood. Eber snorted at his small group of Trolls and they darted from the thick foliage, completely taking the Elves by surprise. For a moment most of the Elven men were startled but when they saw they outnumbered the Trolls two to one, and on top of that these were young Trolls who hadn't begun to kill yet. Their faces lighted, some of they even smiled. One of Them dared to laugh... this sent Eber into a rage; he leapt upon the elf and buried his small pointed spike into the elf's side. That was the catalyst that was needed and Eber knew it.
Now blood was in the air. As the Elven men began to converge onto Eber's location, they were stopped short in their tracks by a horrific site. From out of the brush burst another twenty four more young Trolls all slathering and growling, These Trolls were lost to the Frenzy. The elves knew this and were no longer smiling but now were scrambling for a defensive position.
Eber knew this also and standing on the chest of the dead elf he had punctured, Eber began barking
out instructions to both war parties. As he had anticipated they just needed a reason to unite... and they had one. After only a few short moments there were no Elven transgressors left alive. The young pups were cheering at Eber as he ordered the dismemberment and distribution of the enemy. A large fire was built which attracted the Revantusk Guards.
After the story was related to the Elders, Eber was taken under their wing and trained rigorously.
Several years later he was given command of a small band of Revantusk, for every Troll they lost in every battle two would join. Over the years his command grew beyond what Revantusk could support. The Elders sent for Eber, they explained the need to rebuild the
Troll Empire and that it was his destiny. Eber Left his command and began the path of his Destiny.
Now a well seasoned Troll, Eber has begun to rebuild his command, this time it will not just be
Revantusk, but all Trolls, Sandfuries and Drakkari, Mossflayers and Darkspear. They will all unite under one banner, and become .... The Brotherhood of the Tusk!
Nicknames:Eb Eber, by Tribesmen
Date of Birth: Some time ago.
Age:40
Race: Troll
Gender: Male
Hair: Repeatedly bleached white.
Skin: Blue with highlights of green moss
Eyes: Yellow
Height: 7'2"
Weight:212 lbs
Place of residence: Zul'Gurub
Place of Birth: Hinterlands
Religion/Philosophy:Traditional Forest/Jungle troll beliefs/
Eber is a Troll be fore he is a member of the Horde.
Occupation: Scribe/War party Tactician
Group/Guild affiliation: Brotherhood of the Tusk
Guild Rank: Zul'Jin
Enemies:Humans.Elves... including Sylvanas,Thrall.
Likes: Trolls, drinking games, gambling. Raiding, elf hunting,
elf eating, and whack an elf.
Favorite Foods: Elf
Favorite Drinks: Frog Venom
Favorite Colors: black
Weapons of Choice: Voodoo
Dislikes:Orcs,Elves,Forsaken, Elves,elf hugging Trolls,Humans,
Elves,Draenei,did I mention elves?
Physical Features:Tall and broad shouldered frame, his eyes are
a bright yellow a reminder
that your existence is nothing more than temporary in his presence. His
sharp chiseled face is complimented by two mammoth type tusks that are
chipped and gouged from years of close but unsuccessful calls.
Special Abilities: Out Living other Trolls.
Positive Personality Traits: Rebuilding the Great Troll Empire
Negative Personality Traits: Rebuilding the Great Troll Empire
Misc. Quirks: Snorts out of indignation
History:
Eber'Zul was born in the hinterlands into the Revantusk tribe.
As he grew up he quickly set himself aside from the other pups. His
physical prowess and mastery of tactical skills constantly lead his party to
victory during the mock battles. By the time he was an adolescent the other
pups would bring gifts to him to secure their position on his side of the
mock battles. This did not go unnoticed by the elders of the Revantusk.
When Eber made his first kill at 13 years of age it was deemed a sign of
what was too come. Eber's first kill came by accident during a mock battle.
His war party was to attack a defending party on the beach by fishing
Shack. Eber knew his enemy would expect him to use the cliffs as a vantage
point. So he took his war party past the expected attacking point all the way to, the great
waterfall. There he and his war party dove into the sea and began to make
their way to the beach and the unsuspecting enemy. As Eber's party slipped out of
the water a strange sound caught his attention. There was a small fishing party of
Elven men and boys at an island not far from shore. Eber was sure the elves
were too much for his mock war party to handle... but not both teams together. Eber
knew he could not just approach the defending party or they would attack before
anything could be said. So he devised a plan for half of his party about eight Trolls
to bring gifts and appear to be defecting to the defensive side. These defectors
would tell the leader of the defending war party that Eber had slipped and broken his
leg and was in no shape to lead or win this battle. Further they preferred to be on a winning
side of the battle. And should attack Eber's remaining war party before his leg was
strong enough to stand on again. In the meantime Eber brought the rest of his party into
position at the edge of the island. The elves were so busy fishing they had not noticed the small
group of Troll pups swimming towards them form the opposite side of the island. Eber was
counting on the natural frenzy that Trolls fell into when battle started. It was this frenzy
that would get the Defending war party to follow him and of course having a third of the force
already on his side did not hurt. As the Defending war Party made its way silently through the
water towards Eber and his diminished war party. Eber readied his Trolls. Armed with stone axes
and short wooden spike daggers. After all this was intended to be a mock battle among brothers and
sisters. They crept in to the brush so as to appear as though they were retreating from the fast
approaching group of Troll pups that were sure to win this mock battle, and finally defeat Eber.
As soon as the Defending war party stepped foot on the soft sandy beach of the island Eber let out
a sharp whistle and his would be defectors started grunting and snorting and working their new
found comrades into a frenzied state of anticipation. All that was needed was a catalyst now... the smell of blood. Eber snorted at his small group of Trolls and they darted from the thick foliage, completely taking the Elves by surprise. For a moment most of the Elven men were startled but when they saw they outnumbered the Trolls two to one, and on top of that these were young Trolls who hadn't begun to kill yet. Their faces lighted, some of they even smiled. One of Them dared to laugh... this sent Eber into a rage; he leapt upon the elf and buried his small pointed spike into the elf's side. That was the catalyst that was needed and Eber knew it.
Now blood was in the air. As the Elven men began to converge onto Eber's location, they were stopped short in their tracks by a horrific site. From out of the brush burst another twenty four more young Trolls all slathering and growling, These Trolls were lost to the Frenzy. The elves knew this and were no longer smiling but now were scrambling for a defensive position.
Eber knew this also and standing on the chest of the dead elf he had punctured, Eber began barking
out instructions to both war parties. As he had anticipated they just needed a reason to unite... and they had one. After only a few short moments there were no Elven transgressors left alive. The young pups were cheering at Eber as he ordered the dismemberment and distribution of the enemy. A large fire was built which attracted the Revantusk Guards.
After the story was related to the Elders, Eber was taken under their wing and trained rigorously.
Several years later he was given command of a small band of Revantusk, for every Troll they lost in every battle two would join. Over the years his command grew beyond what Revantusk could support. The Elders sent for Eber, they explained the need to rebuild the
Troll Empire and that it was his destiny. Eber Left his command and began the path of his Destiny.
Now a well seasoned Troll, Eber has begun to rebuild his command, this time it will not just be
Revantusk, but all Trolls, Sandfuries and Drakkari, Mossflayers and Darkspear. They will all unite under one banner, and become .... The Brotherhood of the Tusk!